Yesterday, out the the immense goodness and kindness of my heart I decided to donate blood. I showed up to work early and went through the screening process and before I knew it I had a needle in me. As the blood flowed the technician tried to slide a plastic sleeve over the edge of the exposed portion of the needle. When she attempted to do this she moved the needle and the flow of blood stopped. She then attempted to dig around to find the vein again with no success. After what seemed to be several minutes of scrambling the insides of my arm she removed the needle and asked if I would like to try the other arm. Me and my extreme generosity said sure. She then began to prep my other arm when she was stopped by her supervisor. I guess when blood reaches the collection bag (and it had... it was about 1/3 full!) they can't start a new line in either arm. My gift of life was rejected.
PS - I will try to post a picture of the huge bruise on my arm when I get home tonight.
1 comment:
Hey, I'll take that blood!!
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